| I blow three blunts before lunch and turn a rapper into dinner
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| Serve the East side taught me Bel-Air Shopping Center
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| The West side, these niggas call me Green Field Plaza
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| You ain’t got no connect nigga, you copping from El Blaga
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| Continue on the saga, your mouth is Fierce as Sasha
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| Making millions off the girls, I’m Beyonce’s father
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| I’m sitting in the Charger, you niggas Lady Gaga
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| Left my car charger, CD changer no Carter
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| Dwayne or Shawn, Sean Price mixed with Lil' Jon
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| Off the fifth of rum, piff in my lungs
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| Fucking two Asian bitches 'til they couldn’t cum
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| And when them hoes squirt it’s like Hong Kong Wonton
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| They said, «Oh my, biggest dick I’ve ever seen»
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| Showed her on the webcam, she start licking the screen
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| Next week we party putting coke all up in her nose
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| Just me, my nigga Luke and a house full of hoes
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| And it’s coke on the corner, guns in the closet
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| Pills on the table, blowing on exotics
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| Money on the mantle, fuck direct deposit
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| Old school Chevy next year we roll exotics
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| And it’s coke on the corner, guns in the closet
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| Pills on the table, blowing on exotics
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| Money on the mantle, fuck direct deposit
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| Old school Chevy next year we roll exotics
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| That Cutty steering wheel all wood like a beaver bed
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| Your bitch neck move faster than cheetah legs
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| Nike 6.0's look like Zebra heads
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| Wack MC’s, I eat 'em like pita bread… rappers
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| I voicemail your best bitch
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| In the hood, hoes give me more throat than neck strength
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| All I want is money, cash no checks
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| I swear the sight of kushy makes her pussy so wet
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| I say my flow cold as the walls in the precinct
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| I’m a monster, eat pussy like Wheat Thins
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| I’m a rock star without a guitar
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| My chocolate melts in your girl mouth, Mr. Goodbar
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| And it’s weed on the corner, guns on the target
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| Shorty going crazy, sniffing coke in the closet
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| While I’m sitting on the toilet puffing on exotics
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| Bitch busts in the bathroom and fucking vomits
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| And it’s coke on the corner, guns in the closet
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| Pills on the table, blowing on exotics
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| Money on the mantle, fuck direct deposit
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| Old school Chevy next year we roll exotics
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| And it’s coke on the corner, guns in the closet
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| Pills on the table, blowing on exotics
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| Money on the mantle, fuck direct deposit
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| Old school Chevy next year we roll exotics |